Ancestor Hall!
"How could there be none?"
While the Emperor found the relics of the ancient demon court and returned fully laden, the Ancestor road through the Sutra Pavilion, searching for records about Cangjie's abode.
But after a thorough search, he found nothing.
To his horror, he discovered that all texts related to Cangjie had vanished without a trace.
"Ancestor, should we investigate secretly who took the texts?"
The one-ard old man approached, his face grim, with murder flashing in his eyes, as if hiding two blood rivers on the verge of eruption.
The disappearance of all texts related to Cangjie only indicated one reason—that they had been moved!
Moreover, the person who moved the texts must have discovered sothing!
"No need to investigate!"
"It must have been taken by that miscreant!"
"No wonder, no wonder his cultivation has advanced so rapidly!"
The Ancestor shook his head, grinding his teeth as he spoke.
He just realized now that it had been a long ti since he had seen books related to Cangjie, but he hadn't paid attention before.
Those who could enter the Sutra Pavilion were few and mostly powerful clan mbers who couldn't possibly take the texts away.
The only possibility was the rebellious Grand Emperor!
"Did the Grand Emperor open Cangjie's abode?"
The one-ard old man also grasped the situation, his face dramatically changing, with fury surging skyward, almost becoming tangible as a gigantic fla, burning the Void behind him to ashes.
Thankfully, the texts within the Sutra Pavilion were protected by formations.
Otherwise, this rage would have burned the history of the human race.
This showed how angry the one-ard old man was.
Cangjie's abode!
It was the tomb of human ancestors.
But the Grand Emperor, that little wretch, not only desecrated the ancestral tomb, but after obtaining the inheritance, he also betrayed the human race—was he even human?
Clearly, he was a wolf!
An ungrateful, blind wolf!
"Alas!"
"It's all my fault!"
The Ancestor sighed, his eyes full of pain and regret, turning entirely into venomous strangeness, speaking coldly: "This master-disciple relationship should end!"
Upon saying this, he flew skyward, shattering the starry sky, unleashing endless murderous intent from himself, staining the universe with blood.
The one-ard old man shook his head; master and disciple at odds—the sorrow of the human race!
...
Qin Dynasty Celestial Court.
In the Imperial Study, the civil and military ministers gathered.
"Your Majesty, the Hidden Guard brings word that the Alliance of All Clans has already gained relics from the ancient demon court, totaling three thousand demon bloodlines and countless treasures of heaven and earth!"
Jia Xu stood in the center of the grand hall, reporting with a solemn face.
Three thousand bloodlines!
Countless treasures of heaven and earth!
If the Alliance of All Clans assimilates them, their strength will undergo earth-shaking transformations.
"The most dangerous is not the known, but the unknown. No one knows what treasures remain in the hands of the Emperor!"
Jia Xu continued.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly froze.
"Has there been no word from the human race?"
Qin Wudao looked toward Zhuge Liang, asking.
"None!"
Zhuge Liang rose, paid his respects, and lightly shook his head.
Qin Wudao furrowed his brows; this was odd. Now that the Alliance of All Clans activated the relics of the ancient demon court, he couldn't believe there would be no movent within the human race.
Given the standing of the Qin Dynasty Celestial Court, they were qualified to participate in the core decisions of the human race.
But with no word yet, it could only indicate unforeseen events.
"Your Majesty, the core inheritance of the ancient demon court is the cultivation technique of demon texts. In this world, the human texts and demon texts are incompatible with heaven and earth. It requires translation. I can assert that the myriad clans will seek the Literary Realm!"
"A while ago, the Alliance of All Clans allied with the Literary Realm, possibly planning for the ancient demon texts!"
Then, Guo Jia spoke, his eyes shining with wisdom.
After acquiring the 'Ghostly Strategies Heart of Literature,' his strategic capabilities greatly improved, allowing him to intuitively deduce many unknown matters.
For instance, he did not know the Emperor couldn't comprehend ancient demon texts, yet he could sense it through celestial connections.
Nearby, Yu Qian was slightly surprised upon hearing this; he had been deducing too but was slower than Guo Jia.
It seed that in terms of strategy, Guo Jia was still stronger.
"Literary Realm!"
Qin Wudao pondered, coldly commanding: "Then go to the Literary Realm and discuss the Dao!"
The founder of the Literary Realm established the decree that whoever debates the Dao and defeats the Literary Realm can beco the new master of the Literary Realm, controlling the literary veins across all heavens and worlds.
Given the current strength of the Qin Dynasty Celestial Court, defeating the Literary Realm was impossible.
They could only adopt the approach of discussing the Dao.
Furthermore, discussing the Dao involves a dispute over schools; the Literary Realm has no reason to refuse, lest it loses face and is abandoned by the Literary Dao.
The Dao has spirit!
Yet it is without spirit!
In front of the 'Dao,' except for Saints, all beings are equal.
However, to act in violation of the Dao would lead to being abandoned by it, with light consequences being obstacles to the heart, and severe ones leading to the collapse of one's foundation.
"This ti, Gui Guzi will lead, Dong Zhongshu will discuss the Dao of literature, Li Bai will discuss the Dao of poetry, Wang Xizhi will discuss the Dao of calligraphy, and Wu Daozi will discuss the Dao of painting!"
Qin Wudao slowly stood, authoritatively commanding.
"At your command!"
Gui Guzi, Dong Zhongshu, Li Bai, Wang Xizhi, and Wu Daozi stepped out, respectfully saluting.
"Xiao He, deliver the war challenge!"
Qin Wudao ordered again.
"At your command!"
Xiao He stepped out, respectfully saluted, and left the Imperial Study.
Four hours later.
The news of the Qin Dynasty Celestial Court debating the Dao with the Literary Realm spread across the vast world, astonishing countless forces.
How did it co to a fight again?
Wasn't it just recently that the Literary Realm's fortune dragon was slain?
And now they're debating the Dao again; does the Qin Dynasty Celestial Court intend to persist against the Literary Realm until one side perishes?
"Hmph, that the Qin Dynasty could slay the Literary Realm's fortune was re luck. Now daring to debate the Dao with the Literary Realm is courting death!"
"rely for show!"
"In this Dao debate, the Qin Dynasty Celestial Court is bound to lose, becoming a laughingstock!"
Of course, many scoffed at it.
The Literary Realm!
Ruling over the literary veins across the heavens and myriad worlds for countless years.
Whether in accretion of the Literary Dao or the number of literati, it transcends the universe, incomparable to the newly risen Qin Dynasty Celestial Court.
It requires at least a thousand years to nurture a literati just to enter.
How long has the Qin Dynasty Celestial Court been established?
anwhile.
Literary Realm.
The atmosphere still seed slightly weighty.
"Literary Master, the Qin Dynasty Celestial Court has sent a war challenge to debate the Dao with us. Shall we accept it?"
In the empty grand hall, the Literary Master sat facing the Poetry Ancestor.
One by one, the Dao principles of literature swirled around them, boundlessly magnificent, yet compared to before, less sharp and more despondent.
"Do we have a choice?"
"The vengeance for the Lyrics Ancestor, Hua Zu, Book Ancestor—how can it not be avenged?"
"The fortune of tens of millions of Literary Realm disciples was slain; how can this vengeance not be avenged?"
"The honor of the Literary Realm, how can it not be maintained?"
The Literary Master wore a grim face, his aura fluctuating wildly, becoming intensely violent, causing the Void within the hall to collapse entirely.
"Literary Master, the Qin Dynasty Celestial Court wants to seize the Literary Realm!"
Poetry Ancestor still calm, imdiately guessed Qin's intention, reminding.
"So what if it is?"
"A challenger presented at the door; the Literary Realm cannot refuse, that's the ancestral rule left by the Literary Ancestor—you can't defy that, can you?"
The Literary Master coldly spoke.
"I understand!"
The Poetry Ancestor nodded, and his figure gradually faded as he left the hall.
Subsequently, the news of the Literary Realm's acceptance spread across the vast world.
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